A supermutant finds himself in an unusual predicament…

With a furious roar, you fling aside the "mountain" of debris that pinned you down after the explosion…

Your powerful, muscular arms - capable of crushing almost any of those puny "hummies" (who created this shitty place in the distant past) - are now lacerated by jagged metal and oozing a fluid one might call "blood," were it not for its dark, greenish hue.

The wreckage you cast aside consists of wall fragments, old rusted machinery, and the bones of some unfortunate souls who, long ago, evidently tried to explore this abandoned laboratory.

That debris flies toward the direction from which - just a few minutes ago - several aggressive, ancient metal constructs attacked you and your warbrothers.

"Hummies", it seems, call this crap "robots"...

Just ten minutes earlier, the three of you - having spent days searching for the desert-sand-buried entrance to the underground complex - were walking down a dark corridor, preparing to find what was demanded by the deity that rightfully rules your people and lays claim to dominion over the world.

Sovereign of Pain…

Sovereign of Existence…

Or simply The Sovereign…

The deity that created you.

The deity whose will benevolently envelops and guides your mind at every moment of your life. Even now...

Two of your warbrothers managed to destroy three large robots with the furious fire of their assault rifles; the robots had opened up with deadly accurate laser fire from the far end of the corridor- their weapons mounted on the mechanical cyber-manipulators that served these vile things as arms.

Alas, a few seconds later, another robot appeared at the end of the corridor...

Larger and more powerful than the rest...

It did not fire lasers.

It fired a large rocket launcher several times, sending something very... explosive... hurtling toward you.

The first explosion tore off your companion's head and shredded your body with razor-sharp shrapnel.

The blast from the second mini-rocket reduced your other war-brother's body to a mere pulp of bloody flesh, entrails, and broken bones.

You were somewhat lucky: you had been standing behind them and were thrown even further back by the shockwave of the first mini-rocket.

The explosions brought down several walls, and piles of debris collapsed onto your battered body.

The pain is... incredibly intense...

Yet a thought pulses through your brain: "The Sovereign... Our Great God... I will not disappoint Him!"

And so, your body surges forward down the corridor - straight into mortal danger.

Your keen eyes manage to make out - amidst the darkness of this underground space - the flickering sensor screens on the robot's frontal interface.

Click! Click! Click!

Loud metallic clicks ring out from the vile thing that killed your warbrothers. The rocket launcher reloads quickly...

You manage to duck into a breach in the wall just as another mini-rocket explodes nearby.

You sustain a few more wounds on your right arm...

Alas, your AK-47 has taken so many hits from sharp metal shrapnel that the weapon appears to be out of commission.

Click! Click! Click!

While the enemy was reloading, you dashed back out into the corridor and managed to close the distance once more.

BOOM! BLAM! BLAM!

You drop flat onto your stomach, and the mini-rockets fly past you, exploding in the distance.

"Forward... You must... The Deity commands it... Do not disappoint me, Rush!" - the Deity's voice resonates in your mind like a pulse, reminding you of your duty.

You charge at the massive metal robot; a rocket launcher is built into its chassis, and it sports four tentacle-like manipulator arms, each tipped with a furiously spinning, spiked slasher-wheel.

The robot manages to inflict several superficial wounds on your broad, muscular chest during the close-quarters scuffle.

You grit your teeth in pain and blind rage...

You lunge at him, slamming his heavy frame to the floor and smashing the displays with your fists.

Ignoring the pain, your hands tear everything apart...

Metal crumples under your blows.

You rip something loose...

Wires spark...

The robot's displays gradually stop flashing.

Its "arms" seem frozen in a stupor.

Yet you keep on smashing...

For another ten minutes...

In the end, little remains of the robot.

Your bloodied hands have torn off so many parts that only the robot's skeletal frame lies on the dirty floor.

You even managed to break off one of its "arms".

The rage slowly subsides...

You rise to your feet, feeling the pain from numerous wounds.

Yet your goal remains the same...

The Sovereign must get what he wants from this place...

At any cost.

You continue walking forward along the dark corridor.

Another hour spent wandering through this underground laboratory.

Fortunately, you encounter no new robot enemies.

You only had to destroy a swarm of radroaches...

It was actually fun.

And tasty, too—the raw meat of those creatures tore easily under your sharp teeth.

"Hummies' meat is tastier, though..." - you think.

You continue descending deeper.

There are many skeletons around...

Hummies?

And someone else?

You have no time to figure it out...

Finally, you find the door bearing the required symbol.

The Sovereign foresaw everything, as befits a Deity...

You deliver a series of running blows against the rusted door, which appears to have already sustained some damage. A pain in your shoulder…

Finally, the door gives way with a crunch and falls into the room.

You step inside.

A strange smell…

A gaseous substance fills the room.

It is dark in here.

But you manage to make out small, barrel-like containers near the far wall.

You approach and examine the containers - unfortunately, only one of them is undamaged and remains completely sealed.

You wrap your powerful, muscular arms around it and drag it away.

For some reason, that strange odor seems to have "seeped" into your flesh and continues to irritate your sense of smell.

The divine voice in your head gradually grows fainter…

An hour and a half later, you manage to emerge onto the surface from that underground shitplace…

What now?

Where will you go?

The Great Olcor…

The sacred place where your people and your Great Deity dwell…

You head in that direction.

Walking across the desert sands is awkward - and dragging this barrel makes it even more so.

But you march purposefully toward the south.

"Rush… You did everything right…" - you mutter aloud for some reason, as if trying to convince yourself.